Sign up for Winter Queen's blog tour

Tuesday, November 6, 2012
 If you'd like to participate in Winter Queen's blog tour, you can sign up here: http://www.amberargyle.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html

I'm doing things a little different than previous years. If you aren't a reviewer or book blogger, you can sign up for the cover reveal, author interview, etc but you will not be receiving a book for review. The books are in ebook format only.

I'm debating about whether to actually put this one out a little sooner than the June release date, so keep that in mind. 

Here's the link for the Goodread's page: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15829917-winter-queen
The synopsis: 
Mortally wounded during a raid, seventeen-year-old Ilyenna is healed by winter fairies who present her with a seductive offer: become one of them and share their power over winter. But that power comes with a price. If she accepts, she will become a force of nature, lose her humanity, and abandon her family.

Unwilling to pay such a high price, Ilyenna is enslaved by the one of the invaders, Darrien. While in captivity, she learns the attack wasn’t just a simple raid but part of a larger plot to overthrow her entire nation. 

With the enemy stealing over the mountains and Darrien coming to take her to his bed, Ilyenna must decide whether to resurrect the power the fairies left behind. Doing so will allow her to defeat Darrien and the other invaders, but if she embraces winter, she will lose herself to that destroying power—forever.

And the first page: 

Ilyenna’s horse danced nervously beneath her, the animal’s hooves clicking against the snow-covered stones that coated the land like dragon eggs. Reaching down, she patted her mare’s golden neck. “Easy, Myst. What’s the matter, girl?”
“There.” Her father pointed at the base of a forested hillock not fifty paces beyond the road. Ilyenna saw the shadowed form of a large animal.
Bratton soundlessly pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it. “Bear?” He directed the question at their father.
The word stirred currents of tension in Ilyenna’s body. The cold stung her checks and formed a vapor no matter how shallowly she breathed. As she glanced up and down the road, her hand gripped the knife belted around her bulky wool coat.
“I think it’s a horse,” Bratton finally said.
Ilyenna eased her mare forward for a better look. It was a horse—a bay. “Then where is his rider—” The words died in her throat when she spotted a motionless gray lump at the horse’s feet. Without thought, she rammed her heels into her mare’s ribs.
“Stop!” her father cried at the same time Bratton called, “Ilyenna!”
But the healer in her couldn’t be denied. In three of the horse’s strides, she was in the forest. She pressed herself flush against Myst’s muscular neck. Still, larch trees managed to slap her, leaving the sharp scent of their needles in her hair and clothes. Clumps of snow shook loose from their sagging boughs, falling across her horse’s mane and into her face. Yet Ilyenna barely registered the icy shock.

2 comments:

  1. Very exciting! I asked Kathryn to sign us up. I'm a faerie freak too. Amber, I would love to be a part of everything you produce. Can't wait for Witch Fall as well. You ROCK!

    ~Shelley
    Tsk Tsk What to Read

  1. Aw, thank you! You made my day. :)

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